A/N I don't know if I will keep up the super quick posting, but I didn't want to leave you on the sad note of chapter 13.

Chapter Fourteen

For Summer

Arriving home for the summer was emotional for Kurt. Seeing Blaine and Bas and celebrating Blaine's acceptance into NYADA was a priority, but first he had to face his father in the public venue of the airport and then the privacy of the long drive to Lima. When he'd been back for the funeral and then the memorial, Burt had been distracted from paying attention to Kurt's weight and they hadn't even touched on the anxiety thing. This was the time there was sure to be a 'very special episode' type talk, addressing everything from his newly diagnosed anxiety disorder to how he was dealing with Finn's death (he wasn't), and Kurt found himself wishing Bas could fight this battle for him just as he had the original revelation. He tried to lift his head and find a brave face.

Shaking with nerves instead of his usual excitement at being reunited with his dad, Kurt approached the baggage claim area. He didn't see Burt anywhere and quickly checked his phone for any missed messages.

He nearly fumbled it when his dad embraced him enthusiastically from his right side, only keeping from dropping the device by clinging to it and clutching it to his chest.

"My boy! You're back! Oh, Kurt, I missed you!" Burt mumbled into his son's collar.

Kurt laughed and wriggled to turn so he could hug his father back. The feel of Burt's flannel-clad shoulder under his cheek and the smell of Burt's aftershave and the lava soap he used to get his hands clean of grease from the shop made emotional memories swirl in Kurt's mind instantly.

"Dad..." Kurt whispered, getting choked up.

Burt drew back and cupped Kurt's cheeks in his calloused palms, searching his eyes.

"I'm really glad you had those boys watching out for you. I've had to take care of Carole, but I'm here for you, too, if you need anything, son."

Kurt's reply was watery. "I know, dad."

Burt looked at him for another long moment. "Alright then. Let's get your luggage and get going home."

The end of the semester and the day of travel had Kurt feeling drowsy as soon as he sat in the passenger seat of his dad's truck. But Burt had some things he wanted to talk about before he let Kurt go to sleep.

"Bud, I think I need to apologize to you," Burt began, then hesitated. "I know that this anxiety thing didn't just come up out of nowhere, and I just... I'm real sorry I never got you help for that before it came to...the, um, the eating thing and..."

Kurt closed his eyes. "Dad, please," he said in a pained whisper. "My character flaws are not your fault."

"Hey! Anxiety disorder isn't a character flaw."

Kurt sighed. Bas had been telling him that for months, too, but it still hadn't sunk in.

"Look, if I had been more educated, I might have seen what you were struggling with. That's my responsibility as your father, okay?" Burt huffed. "Now, since we know what's going on now, what can I do to help?"

"Dad, I... I'm learning what to do when I get really stressed. B-Blaine and Bas are helping. I think having them in New York with me will be helpful. It was a...really rough year apart."

Burt was quiet for a minute. "I know I wasn't the most supportive of this relationship you guys have going, but it took some real guts for Bas to come tell me what's going on with you, and he really impressed me with how he helped out with the funeral and your visit and everything. He really cares a lot about you."

Kurt had to smile at that. "You have no idea how true that is."

"I made him promise to come to Friday dinner."

"Dad! We can't force Bas to-"

"He agreed."

"Dad, he's just... He's more fragile than he seems about some things."

Burt glanced over at him and supressed a smile at the protectiveness he saw.

"Okay."

~~Glee~~

Reuniting at Bas's apartment, Kurt expected things to be much more relaxed, but he underestimated the emotional impact of seeing Sebastian again.

Bas answered the light knock and immediately pulled Kurt into an engulfing embrace.

"Oh god, Blue Eyes, it's so good to have you back here!" Sebastian murmured against his hair. Kurt was so overwhelmed he didn't even complain that his careful styling was being flattened.

They separated slowly and Bas backed away to let Kurt through the doorway, but Kurt clung to his arm so they moved as one into the middle of the room. He couldn't bear to let go of Sebastian now that he'd felt the warm reassurance of his body.

"Blaine said he'll be here in about an hour. He's getting off early but not really quick enough," Bas said, trying to leer and insinuate that they'd all jump straight into bed when Blaine joined them, but Kurt didn't respond to the suggestive remark.

"That's okay. Can we just sit on the couch together for a few?" Kurt asked softly. His knees felt like jelly. Bas was solid and present and smelled amazing.

Bas answered by drawing Kurt over to the sofa and they sat. Kurt kicked his shoes off and curled his feet to the side, leaning in tightly against the other boy.

"You okay, babe?" Bas asked, a little wary of clingy Kurt.

Sniffling, Kurt nodded. Sebastian shifted, even more uncertain with Kurt beginning to cry for some unknown reason. "Umm..."

"I'm just so relieved, my boy. I've been working so hard to keep it together by myself and suddenly I feel like maybe I don't have to do it all alone anymore and it's like I can breathe for the first time in... I don't know how long. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable..." Kurt started to pull away.

Bas relaxed, and he turned and wrapped his arms around the slim (but no longer frighteningly skinny) boy.

"Hey, no. I'm here. And I am so fucking glad this school year is over. I always looked forward to going away to college, but knowing I get to go with you guys means I won't be so damned alone either," Sebastian admitted in a low voice. Kurt's shoulders shook.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, Bas," Kurt wept. "You've done so much for me, honey." He crawled over onto Bas's lap and buried his face in the taller boy's neck.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. I'm okay. You're just decompressing. Relax, Blue Eyes. Everything's alright," Bas soothed. Kurt was shaking all over and Sebastian was filled with an incredible sense of importance: real importance, not the false, inflated self-importance that his father had had, and all the rich little brats and parents at Dalton had, but a sense that he mattered in the world, just so that he could be support for the amazing Kurt Hummel. He'd never mattered so much to someone. "I got you. We're okay, babe."

Kurt's heaving breaths slowed and he eventually sat back on Bas's knees, wiping his face. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You've had a hell of a year, too. But that was it. That was the hard part. We're gonna be okay now."

"God, I hope you're right," Kurt said, then kissed Bas lightly.

The kiss slid into inevitability as it lingered and they lost all sense of time and place. Kurt hungrily licked into the taste of Bas's mouth and Bas held Kurt like he never wanted to let him go.

With heavy, emotional kissing came arousal, and they made small sounds as they rocked together. Kurt's fingers twisted in Bas's hair, his mouth demanding every breath and flavor, and Sebastian's hands palmed the elegantly distressed seat of Kurt's jeans, squeezing and releasing the tight muscles beneath. Moving together, Kurt relaxed further into the moment. Getting hard with Blaine and Bas during their visit to New York was one thing, but his ability to respond had been spotty when he was alone. It was wonderful to feel normal again, for the heat to pool in his belly and his muscles to tense as pleasure sparked his body at the feel of Bas pressed against him through their clothes.

Time suspended, until the door opened and Blaine exclaimed in delight at the sight of them. Dropping his backpack, he ran to the sofa to join them, and the other boys parted enough to include him. Blaine scooted in beside them, with Kurt and Bas each extending an arm to embrace him, and Kurt kissed him hard while Bas nuzzled Kurt's neck.

"Oh, sweetie! It's so good to see you," Kurt murmured between kisses. Bas ran his hand up and down Blaine's back and Blaine turned to him for a kiss as well.

"Mmm," Blaine responded, and Kurt giggled. Blaine's stomach growled and broke the mood further.

"I think we need to feed our hardworking singer," Kurt said. Bas whined and bumped his hips up so his erection pressed against Kurt's through their pants, but readily agreed without further complaint.

But both Bas and Kurt balked at going out to eat.

"Bas already wrecked my hair and got me all riled up, so I just want to stay in."

"I'm not doing anything that'll delay us fucking. I got salad shit and stuff for sandwiches so we could stay in," Bas declared.

Blaine tensed up and looked at Kurt in concern. "You're eating more than salad, aren't you? I mean, I know you've gained some weight back, but-"

"Ohmygod, I am not doing this again! I eat healthy, alright? Think of what I ate in high school for pete's sake! I promise there will be protein on my salad, and dressing," Kurt huffed.

Bas cracked up, and they turned on him in annoyance.

"Oh come on! Salad dressing and protein? Tell me that wasn't innuendo and a huge opening for a 'tossing the salad' reference!"

Blaine burst out laughing, but Kurt's tiny frown made Bas realize he didn't get the crude reference. Kissing Kurt's cheek, Sebastian whispered to him. "Salad tossing is slang for rimming, babe."

Kurt blushed and climbed off Bas's lap, rolling his eyes, but Bas could tell he was grateful for the enlightenment.

They ate dinner and talked about how graduation had gone for both Sebastian and Blaine, and how Kurt thought his finals had turned out.

"I just hope you're ready for the most grueling college education I've ever heard of," Kurt told Blaine. "NYADA is no joke. I had to cut back on rehearsals and gigs with the band, and that's even with quitting working at the diner."

"Well I can't wait to meet Elliott and your other band mates," Blaine said, shrugging. "I mean, he's the one who got you sending us all those control texts, right? That's so hot! We owe him. What kind of thank you gift does that warrant? Like, a flogger or something?"

Kurt choked on his salad. "Ohmygod, Blaine! That's not why I told you Elliott suggested that stuff!"

"But he's gonna be able to tell us about clubs and stuff in the city for that, right? I mean, I figured we'd be taking all this to the next level once we're living together."

Kurt's eyes widened and he met Bas's similarly shocked gaze as Blaine kept eating.

"Um, sweetie, I thought that was just to get you through the separation," Kurt said delicately. Blaine looked up at him, puzzled.

"Why? If we like it, we should keep going."

Kurt's heart started to pound and he set his fork down. He'd lost his appetite. He rose and started clearing the table as he took a few deep breaths.

"I guess it wouldn't be that big a deal to look into it. I'm already in the habit of texting you, so I'll keep going with that if you really want me to," Kurt finally said.

"I don't know what I'd do without it, Kurt. I feel so close to you, so cared for whenever I get those texts," Blaine replied immediately. He looked to Bas. "Am I right?"

"Um, I'd rather we just fuck, y'know," Sebastian shrugged.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he washed up at the sink, but he felt slightly relieved that he wasn't the only one with little interest in pursuing BDSM.

As the other boys finished eating, the talk returned to sexual innuendo and they retired to the bedroom soon after.

"Oh god, Kurt, I really want your ass. Is that okay? Are you in the mood? I can eat you first if you want," Blaine moaned a half an hour later as they rolled around the bed, kissing and touching.

"You could lay on top of me so we could rub off on each other while he does it," Bas suggested, and Kurt moaned his acquiescence.

The last of their clothes were removed and Kurt settled on top of Bas, straddling the tall boy's already spread legs which forced his thighs wide open for Blaine, who crawled up into the space and gently ran his thumbs down Kurt's crack, massaging his ass cheeks with strong fingers.

Kurt broke from kissing Bas and groaned. "Ohmygod, boys... Missed you so much..."

Sebastian's large hands slid down and replaced Blaine's on his butt, holding him open for the other boy, who started kissing the delicate skin around his opening, then licking the tightly furled ring. The combination of both boys giving him pleasure made Kurt whimper.

"Yes, sweet boys... Oh god, yes... Blaine, mmm... Oh, Bas, kiss me, please!"

So Sebastian kissed Kurt breathless as Blaine worked him open with his tongue and fingers. By the time Blaine was adding lube one final time, Kurt's face was bright red and he was writhing between them, grinding down against Bas's cock and arching back to Blaine.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Blaine asked lovingly. Kurt cried out his affirmative and Blaine pressed in firmly.

The extra weight of Blaine pushing Kurt harder against Bas made the boy on the bottom gasp and stare at Kurt's ecstatically agonized expression in awe. He was absolutely beautiful.

"Yes, oh, yeah, Blue Eyes... You're so gorgeous, so good. Take it, mm, yeah... Blaine's gonna ride us both till you scream, baby."

"Oh yes, Bas! Keep talking! Get dirty, please..." Blaine begged, gasping.

"Bet your ass is wicked tight on him, babe. Bet you're hot as fuck and he's trying not to come already," Bas whispered.

"Yeah! Yeah! You're right, Bas... He feels so good..."

Kurt whimpered, feeling almost like he wasn't really an active participant but merely a prop for them to use. His stomach twisted and he wasn't sure he liked it.

"Do it, Blaine! Harder!" Kurt ordered, taking back control. Blaine cried out and obeyed. "Don't you come yet, boy. Not till Bas and I both finish, you understand?"

"Yes! Anything you want, Kurt. Whatever you say," Blaine babbled, thrusting hard.

Bas and Kurt both cried out as Blaine's movements shoved them together roughly. Bas shuddered. "Oh fuck... So good, with your big cock against mine. God! You're so hot like this! Oh shit... I'm not gonna last," he panted. Blaine moved with even more enthusiasm.

"Kurt! Please! Tell him he can come! Please! I don't know how long I can keep this up..." Blaine whined. Kurt shuddered and felt himself getting closer as well.

"Mmm... Not yet, Blaine. Hold on, Bas. I'm coming first, and that's your cue," Kurt directed.

Bas laughed breathlessly. "Yes, sir!"

Blaine made a strangled sound. "Please, oh, please... Can I c-call you sir, too?"

Bas rolled his eyes and Kurt gave a low chuckle.

"That's it, boy! Call me sir! Make me come!" Kurt commanded, and Blaine shifted to try to press Kurt's prostate, hammering into him even as he cried out.

"Sir! Oh god, yes, sir! Anything you want! Yeah! Oh!"

"Ah! Oh! Ah!" The change in angle was exactly what Kurt needed, and his climax rushed through him like a tornado. "B-Bl- Ba-YES!" Every muscle in Kurt's body corded under his smooth skin as he spurted, and Bas followed almost instantly, his wordless cry signaling Blaine.

"Sir!" Blaine shouted as he joined them, coming hard with tears on his face.

They collapsed together until Bas complained he couldn't breathe, and then slid sideways and remained twined all together for long minutes as they slowly came down.

A nap, followed by a shower roused them enough to chat some more and make plans for Friday night dinner at Kurt's house with his family the following night.

Blaine and Kurt reluctantly bid Bas goodnight and then kissed each other before they drove home as well.

Bas couldn't stop thinking about Blaine mentioning a flogger and 'taking things to the next level'. He needed to know how Kurt felt.

From Bas: are you seriously going to indulge Blaine in this BDSM thing?

From Kurt: if it's something he needs...

From Bas: who NEEDS a flogger? That's just fucked up shit

From Kurt: what Blaine needs is attention. His parents hardly even acknowledge he exists. He needs to know we see him and that I'll take care of him to know he's loved

From Bas: you'd beat him to let him know you love him? Sounds like something my dad would say

From Kurt: NO! This isn't like the abuse you suffered, honey. I'm hoping that with us all living together he'll get the attention he needs and this kink will just fade away, but I can't judge him for it. He needs acceptance. We all do

From Bas: I don't get it

From Kurt: I know. But you saw how eagerly he called me sir. Right now, can you just follow my lead?

From Bas: I'll do what I can

From Kurt: thank you. Sleep well my dear

From Bas: you too

~~Glee~~

Bas arrived with Blaine for the first Friday night dinner altogether, the triad having arranged it so he wouldn't have to be alone at all on this new experience.

Kurt opened the door and hugged both of them, holding Bas a little longer and squeezing his hand as he stepped back and took in the outfit the tall boy wore.

"You look delectable," Kurt whispered to him as he kissed the boy's cheek and led him further inside.

Blaine patted Bas on the back. The brick red of his button down shirt set his tan skin and green eyes off, and Blaine had suggested he wear his tightest jeans. The combination had Kurt nearly salivating and Bas decided he'd rethink the casual clothes he always wore if his boyfriend would react that way.

"So I know you've talked with my dad and you saw Carole, but let me formally introduce everyone here," Kurt said as they stepped into the living room. "Dad, Carole, this is my boyfriend Sebastian Smythe. We call him Bas. Honey, this is Carole, my stepmom, and you've already met Burt, my dad."

Kurt knew Burt had already explained something to Carole about the polyamorous relationship the boys were in, but it felt wonderful for Kurt to be able to just say it blatantly like that. And when he glanced at Bas, he was sure that feeling was mutual. Kurt hoped that was part of the reason Bas turned on his charm as he shook Carole's hand.

"Enchenté, madam. May I call you Carole?"

"That's fine, Bas. I'm really glad you're finally joining us for dinner."

"May I express my condolences? I was cruel to your son last year. I have no excuses for my behavior but can only beg forgiveness and attempt to demonstrate the change of heart I've had."

Carole's eyes filled, but she raised her chin and nodded once, firmly. "Your actions have shown that you're a different person than you were then. All is forgiven, sweetheart."

Bas smiled and thanked her, then turned and held his hand out to shake with Burt.

"Nah. After all you've done for Kurt, you get a hug, kiddo," Burt said, and put action to word. Bas was stiff in Burt's embrace, but the older man kept it short, reaching next for Blaine and pounding the short boy's back. "Congratulations on getting into NYADA. We know well how hard that is."

"Thank you. Did Kurt tell you that Bas graduated as the valedictorian at Dalton? And he's going to-"

"Maybe Bas would like to tell them himself, sweetie," Kurt interrupted.

Burt and Carole turned expectantly to Bas.

"Um, Columbia. We're all going to be in New York City in the fall."

"Columbia! That's great, Bas! Do you know what you're going to study?" Carole exclaimed. Kurt could tell she was forcing some normalcy and blessed her for Bas's sake even while it made his heart ache.

"Why don't you all sit down and I'll get the hors d'oeuvres?" Kurt suggested, since they were all still standing.

Blaine maneuvered so he and Bas sat together with himself between his boyfriend and Carole. Kurt had asked Blaine to be especially careful with protecting Bas, and he was pretty sure he was doing well at it when Bas smiled tightly at him.

"I intend to apply for a special program they have in Business Management. I've already completed enough credits so that by the end of my first semester, I'll be a sophomore, and able to apply, as long as I get at least a B+ in a couple of prerequisites. Considering I haven't gotten anything less than an A even in the college courses I've taken, I'm confident that I will be accepted into the program in the spring. I'll be able to work with a lot of the Masters level curriculum," Bas informed the adults.

"Well, your ambition is a good match for Blaine and Kurt's, isn't it?" Burt said rhetorically.

"Do you have some idea of what you want to do professionally after college?" Carole asked.

"I expect to find my path through the program. There are a lot of networking opportunities and I plan to thoroughly explore all the possible professions that will be open to me through this degree."

Kurt listened to the formal responses Bas was giving and he worried at how uncomfortable he could tell the boy was. He returned to the living room as quickly as he could with the platter of crudités and jumped into the conversation with the offer that he would be happy to help Sebastian dress for success in the future.

The typical denial that Bas would need such assistance brought the banter back to a comfortable level for them, and the evening went mostly smooth after that.

Playing Monopoly after dinner demonstrated that Bas was headed in the right direction with his schooling as he methodically took over the game and drove each of the others out. Kurt was glad Carole and Burt were such good sports about it, but nearly threw his mortgaged properties at his boyfriend when he himself was beaten. Blaine laughed at both of them, and Burt chastised his son for poor manners. Kurt pouted until Bas finally tipped the balance between himself and Blaine, who held the remaining properties, and Blaine good-naturedly conceded.

"I hope you'll join us for dinner again, Bas," Carole said as the adults bid the boys goodnight.

"Yeah, maybe you can help Kurt learn to give in gracefully," Burt agreed.

Kurt scowled playfully. "Never!"

"Thank you for including me," Bas said quietly as he reached to shake Carole's hand. The small woman pushed his hand aside and hugged him, then passed him to Burt for his goodbye hug as well. They repeated the process with Blaine, who accepted the affection with much less angst.

"You're always welcome here, Sebastian," Burt assured him, and Carole agreed.

"Thanks," Bas muttered, his face reddening. Kurt beamed at his parents and said goodnight as they headed upstairs to give the triad a chance to say a private farewell.

"That went pretty well, I think," Kurt said, looking eagerly at Bas for confirmation. The tall boy shrugged but nodded.

"They're nice."

"They definitely like you," Blaine said. Bas shrugged again. Kurt put one arm around each of them and they all hugged, then he kissed each of them.

"Drive carefully, Blaine," Kurt admonished. Blaine agreed, and he and Bas left.

Kurt waited until after he'd gone through his evening skin care routine before he texted.

From Kurt to Bas: are you really okay? You did very well tonight

From Bas: I still don't really care for parents, but yours are okay

From Kurt: not a ringing endorsement, but I'll take it

From Bas: it's fine. Better than I expected, okay?

From Kurt: I just want you to be comfortable in all the parts of my life

From Bas: I don't know that I'll ever be comfortable with parents, but really, it's okay. Quit worrying

From Kurt: okay. See you tomorrow?

From Bas: yeah. Sleep well

From Kurt: you too

From Kurt to Blaine: goodnight sweetie. Let me know you got home safe

From Blaine: just arrived. Sweet dreams!

~~Glee~~

Kurt found himself immersed in fashion blogs in between working at his dad's shop and spending time with his boyfriends.

"He's just got such amazing taste! The designers he picks are edgy without tipping into horror show. The fabrics! Ohmygod-"

"Blue Eyes, you know I don't care, right?" Bas interrupted, not even looking up from the textbook he was studying.

Kurt huffed. "Yes, believe me, I know you don't really care about fashion. But I do. And... It's actually something I wanted to talk with you about."

Blaine perked up but continued his own perusal of Kurt's back issues of Vogue.

"I'm not going to wear designer t-shirts and shorts when all we're doing is hanging around my apartment in Lima," Bas said playfully. When Kurt didn't respond, he looked up to see Kurt biting his lip and looking honestly pensive.

Blaine eyed them at the sudden silence.

"It's like I've been holding my breath. I didn't know how much I missed sketching and designing until I didn't have time for it at school," Kurt said quietly. "I'm going to take a class on costuming in the fall, and see about working on some of the shows, but...costumes aren't fashion."

"Fashion is important to you, Kurt," Blaine said. "I understand that. But you're at school for performing arts. You are a performer."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully. He didn't entirely disagree, but something felt off about what Blaine said. He found himself looking forward to returning to the cutthroat environment of NYADA less than he expected, and seeing Isabelle and the office more.

"You should be doing what makes you happy, Kurt," Bas protested.

"Yeah. I- Yeah."

The topic bounced around in Kurt's mind off and on for the rest of the summer, but he didn't bring it up again even when he caught Bas watching him with bemused satisfaction as he sketched. They merely exchanged raised eyebrows and returned to their projects. Bas was completing yet another one of his required courses through independent study to pass the time when Blaine and Kurt were busy.

The summer passed amazingly quickly, and it was suddenly time to say goodbye to Lima and return to New York, this time together.